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SATIRE. WHAT A WONDERFUL CONCEPT. Satire is what brings us today’s most popular forms of entertainment. “Today’s episode of Family Guy is brought to you by the best thing on planet earth. Satire… and the letter A.” In today’s comedic acts, the comedians often use forms of satire when telling a story and trying to portray it in such a way that the audience will find it funny. To do so, they use SATIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. For example, Bo Burnham.

**I will for warn you that this could easily be offended. So if you are easily offended, do not watch.**

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaxwfYtBCq4

Satire is so popular in today’s culture because sarcasm and irony is such a popular source of laughter. And we are an extremely dramatic generation of over exaggeration an ironic or sarcastic situation is like the golden key to making a person laugh. Oh, and if it’s insulting we usually find it even more entertaining… because we’re such great kids and all… one thing I found very interesting, and also true, is the fact that components of satire such as sarcasm, irony, and hyperbole’s do not translate over to other languages and cultures. So it kind of makes you think, did we invent the concept of satire? If we did then when? And how? Hmmmm….

Blog #10 make up: Shakespeare

 I strongly dislike Shakespeare. Shakespeare’s writes amazing pieces of literature when talking about the plot. I love the plot of all the plays he has written. I love the movie Much Ado About nothing with the actor who plays Wilson the oncologist in HOUSE. The plot and the story are absolutely glorious and hilarious. The only thing I dislike is reading the play in actual Shakespearean  When watching the movie, the voice inflexion and physical interpretation of the characters that the actors take is extremely helpful when trying to decipher the ever perplexing language that Shakespeare uses in his play writes. When reading the play you don’t have these helpful voice inflexions and actions to help the reader understand anything from the development of the character to the internal and non-verbal struggle a character may have when attempting to approach or confront one another, you are just reading words ,and it makes absolutely no sense to me when I read Shakespearean  I will admit though I generally do not enjoy Shakespeare’s drama’s due to the fact they are very monotone and serious most the time which doesn't help with my attempt to understand what exactly the actors or actress’ may be attempting to convey to the audience.

Make up: ALL THE CLOCKS AND ORANGES

So my independent reading book, I love it, and I don’t at the same time. Like, I love the idea of the story and the plot, it’s a really good idea. But I hate the main character Alex more than anything in the beginning when he goes around beating, killing, and rapping people. I mean… come one, who wouldn’t hate him? The only point in the story that I actually had any form of an emotional attachment to Alex’s character was after the treatment that the government gave him to make him less violent. I started off happy that he couldn’t be violent thinking that maybe his life would turn around and we’d start to see Alex become a good person and that he would be reprimanded for his earlier actions. ( does reprimanded seem like the right word choice?) but nooooooooo, first he just had to be so defenseless and pathetic that EVERY ONE from his past had to beat the snot out of him. I felt so so so soooo bad for him when dim and bullyboy beat him up. And when he returned to Mr. Alexander’s cottage? Oh my goodness I thought that would be the end of Alex. But the thing I dis-liked most about this book was the fact that Mr. Alexander drove Alex to attempt to commit suicide for revenge (jerk), and the fact that everyone in the story was just so casual about the fact that alex’s treatment had failed and they just switched him back to his old normal violent self and sent him back out into society like I was normal. 

Make up: SO MANY BONES TO PICK

Hamlet Hamlet Hamlet… or should I say Shakespeare? Hmmmmm. These men… I am not too fond of them… I could care less about hamlet because so far he just seems like a whiney moppey little boy who is so set on all this revenge on his uncle and avenging his fathers death, but then he is to pathetic and or timid to do anything when it’s very obvious that his uncle killed his father… I mean. He said he wanted revenge right? He said he wanted to put on the play to prove his uncle’s innocence of guilt right? Then WHAT ON GODS GREEN EARTH ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!?!?!?!?! DO YOU ENJOY FEELING BAD FOR YOURSELF AND GIVING YOURSELF PITTY!?!??!?!!?!? WILL NO ONE ELSE PITTY YOU? NO? THEN GET OVER IT. Gaaaaahhhhhhhh. You are just so whiney. Shut up. And Shakespeare… I’ve got a bone to pick with you…  what possessed you to want to write in such a confusing way? Is that what they taught you kids back in old English English class? (I feel like that was a little funny, is that sad?) just no shakiepoo. I am tired of you. Please go away and leave me be. I plan on becoming a midwife. I’m pretty sure that I don’t need you English in order to figure out if a lady has a tiny human being pushed through her uterus or not…

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So Reading Extravaganza was definitely a lot better than I imagined it to be. I kinda thought it would end up being like me and a teacher sitting in a white solitary room with no windows and her staring me in the eye asking me really in depth and philosophical questions that I didn’t know how to answer…. It wasn’t that. But instead it was a few of us sitting in a table at the library and just going in a circle basically sharing our feelings about the book. So I read a Clock Work Orange by Anthony Burgess and it was… psychological to a whole new level to say the LEAST. Totally off topic but one kid in our group didn’t read it and it was totally obvious. DERRR. But yea, anyway, I really didn’t even understand what was going on half the time because the book was written in a made up futuristic British slang that was influenced by Russian (and I think German?) called Nadst (I think). And it was so far off from modern day English that you could not understand what was going on the life of you. I was so enthralled by the fact that I understood that he said he was rapping two 10 year old girls that I didn’t even think that what he was doing was bad!!!! I was just glad I understood he was saying it!

This is all I could think of...

So we really didn't do anything that interesting last week other than take a test. (Which I totally bombed the multiple choice after feeling so confident about it. Don’t you hate when that happens?) So I think I’ll just talk about college today. College, College, College, where do I begin with college? So everybody is still talking about how they are applying to all these prestigious schools and how they are all really nervous about getting accepted but really they have an air about them that says “there’s no way I’m not getting accepted to (insert prestigious or ivy league college here) _________.” And then I feel like poop. Again. Because I feel lucky to be able to go to UK, but I still have to re-take my ACT because there’s no way UK’s nursing program will accept me with a 25. And I will most likely not get a single scholarship, which really doesn’t make me feel good about myself because everyone’s back up plan is getting a full ride to UK. Even my boyfriend just went to UK because UK is giving him a full ride and even paying him some just to go there. Do you want to know how I feel about every body’s opinion on colleges? #nocollegeswag

make up: I strongly disagree with the idea of blogging...

Sooooo blogging, yea, not my thing. To start off, I’m not really that much of a talker, at least not about my feelings or things that actually require a deep insightful journey or opinion. I especially don’t like talking to people I don’t know. So this completely one sided conversation I feel like I’m having with the computer is a little stressful. It just doesn’t feel right. And I know that everybody or anybody is going to read all of my post’s on my blog. And let me tell you. I don’t like it one bit. I’m the kinds of person that when I got a twitter, I got annoyed and upset when people followed me. I was perfectly happy when just my closest friends followed me so I could make cute insight jokes with them or references to something I know they would find funny. I can’t do that with a blog.  I feel the same way with my blog. I feel uncomfortable and awkward trying to come up with things to say, even coming up with a subject is an ordeal for me. I’m a conversational follower, not a leader. I mean , I have pretty strong opinions of things, but 99% of the time I don’t ever tell anyone. So me trying to come up with things im comfortable talking about, things that actually make sense to people, and coming up with enough to say to people is stressful. ESPECIALLY SENSE I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT THINGS THAT ARENT REALLY ON THE TOP OF MY “I REALLY CARE ABOUT THAT” list…

make up: THE TEST DAY IS UPON US.

OH MY GOSH THE TEST. I totally forgot about the test until like Sunday night, and I was too zonked out on decongestants, anti-infalmitories, and allergy meds to even comprehend what English was. All I knew was that I had a test. So Monday night I went onto Mr. Mullin's twitter account to see if he had posted and study material/ study guides, and he has posted a list of things to study.  It was somewhat helpful. I reviewed the stories, irony, and my notes on things like characterization, plot, story, theme, and so forth. But when I got to class I saw you guys had this huge packet of things we needed to know and things were highlighted and extra notes were added and my head just about exploded from being so un-prepared. I sat and reviewed all of my notes again and Katherine even let me skim over her beautifully highlighted and annotated packet of everything we ever learned.  But man I didn’t feel ready for the test. I mean, the test wasn’t hard in my opinion looking back, but I’m always scared after a test that I feel way batter about the test than I actually did.

PHILOSOPHICAL MUCH?

Okay, so I learned the other day, I hate philosophical discussions. I mean, I enjoy sitting and thinking in philosophical terms, like the meaning of life,  why things happen the way they happen, who I am or want to be, mumbo jumbo like that. But when we started to get into if anything anyone does is actually selfish or not, I got a little annoyed. Not because Mr. Mullins kept telling people their examples were wrong (because in my opinion they were) but just the fact is was brought up. I mean, why critique someone’s view on good doing if they’re doing good? It’ll just make them not want to do good anymore and get a “why bother” attitude. I feel like this goes along with the say “If it aint, broke. Don’t fix it.” Because some people probably got a little discouraged that day to do anything nice for anyone because they’d just have the mentality that they’re being selfish. And no one likes to feel like everything they do is selfish. I would like to bring up something I did that may not have been selfish? And I would like feedback. Tonight my boyfriend indirectly hurt my feelings (shocker), and I mean I was pretty hurt. And he could tell I was hurt he just didn’t know why. And when he asked I didn’t want to tell him because I didn't want to hurt his feelings but he kept asking and I told him because he wanted me to. But I felt even worse after. So by doing my boyfriend the favor of telling him what was wrong with me, I got even more upset. Input? 

what do you mean college?

Wait, what do you mean I have to apply for colleges? What do you mean I have to get transcripts? WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!?! Senior year is going by way too quickly. Everyone is talking about the common app and essays and college apps already being turned in. Am I the only senior who just sits at the lunch table clueless when everyone sits and talks about all the college prep and decisions they have to make? I mean, I was a junior with you guys last year too. I skipped sophomore year not junior year. Was I sick on “what you need to do for college.” day? Because I feel like it. I have absolutely no clue how to even go about this. I mean I’ve made up my mind that I’m going to UK, (GO CATS) but I don’t even know how to go about putting together an application or writing an essay. My writing skills are minimal to say the least. I’m so scared that because I know nothing about the college app or essay writing process, I’m going to mess it up and not even be accepted to UK when I know I could easily get into UK.

I want to be involved too...

“Hills like white elephants” by hemming way is a great story, If only I understood it from the get go. As a student who never really had the privilege of getting a good English (or math) teacher who actually cared about my writing and reading skills, I always feel a little deprived when I’m in AP English and I have about a -8765% clue as to what’s going on and what everyone is talking about. But when we read hills like white elephants  for homework, I wasn’t the only clueless one and I t made me feel a little better, but I still wished I knew that the couple was talking about abortion when I read it. I honestly couldn’t have even to begun to tell you what I thought they were talking about. I just read it, almost mindlessly. And when we talked about it in class finally knowing what was going on at the exact same point as all my other class mates who are used to the AP level of learning and comprehension felt pretty good. I finally didn’t feel like that girl just quietly sitting in the corner who isn’t intelligent enough to actually contribute.

The Lesson

I feel like "The lesson" which we read a couple nights ago for homework really characterized and put into words how much of a two way street treating people of a different ethnicity or race is. In the story everything is narrated by a young African American girl who lives in a low income neighborhood with a poor community and her view on white people is a generalization or stereotype that all white people are rich, snobby, very educated, and buy really extravagant expensive things, like sail boats, just because they can. EVEN THOUGH she has a teacher that comes and proves her otherwise through her kindness, accepting nature, and home being in the very same neighborhood with a low income job and she can’t afford anything she want, she still feels the same way about white people in the end. So it goes to show that unfair treatment of specific social groups, ethnicity’s, and race’s can be a two way street and that maybe we should all, as an international community, maybe start contemplating how our own actions and perceiving people can also create an adverse effect and create the exact same situation for us that we put others in.

Not so Christian

OKAY, Did any of you go to the Worlds Largest Water balloon Fight hosted at UK? I went this year, along with a couple years previous too. So Last year was AMAZING right? everybody ran towards one row of some thousands of balloons, and you threw one of the balloons that was apart of this just massive wave of water and balloons and you along with the other side was just bombarded with water and latex. It was AWESOME. But this Year they had a pretty funky set up with the balloons that didn't give you the same almost WAR like epic effect. And, Security were jerks this year. For those of you who went, you know how the water balloon set up worked for those of you who didn't, it was like a maze (no-one liked it.), and where i was throwing from for the first 30 seconds of the fight was right up in the other side's face. Then obviously when my group of friends and i ran out of water balloons, we maneuvered to a spot about 5 feet away to get in on the action again. At this point i want you to imagine the right angle of a triangle. Okay. So we get to the spot where there are still tones of water balloons ( 5 feet away from out previous spot.) and i decided instead of trying to push my way through a crowd of college kids who were significantly larger then I, that I would cut the corner of the tarp containing water balloons. I GOT CLOTHES LINED. Yup. a Security guy clothes lined me to the ground and I was on my back for a good 5 seconds wondering what just happened until i got up and scampered my way back into the crowd of loud frat boys away from the security guard. REALLY? I MEAN REALLY???? I weigh like a hundred pounds, and the distance across that corner was a foot maximum, and you clothes line me? THAT'S OVER REACTING JUST A BIT. I mean I'd get it if i was that guy running across the field 20 minutes before the fight even started, But i'm a 17 year old girl who weighs a little over a hundred pounds. I really hope that clothes lining me makes him feel like a big man, because that's the only reasonably conclusion i can come up with for him being such a pompous jerk and feeling like throwing me to the ground was okay. I mean, is a hand to the shoulder telling me to go around too much to ask for? a little courtesy? no? okay, cool bro, you put the Christian in Christian Student fellowship. (just a reminder, the CSF or Christian student fellowship are the ones who put on the water balloon fight every year at UK.)


Last year - 2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Cl3VEyseLc

This year - 2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BRcR6p_1-o


The video's don't even look on the same level of epic either. Pft.

Blog Name Explination

Alright, so im going to explain my reasoning for choosing my blog name. Since the beggining of midleschool, people have classified me as a red head. Which im okay with by the way, I'll admit that  have tints and shades of red in my hair. But for some reason, my freshman Year of Highschool, all of my friends started calling me a ginger... "a what?" A Ginger.  The defined as a person with fiery red hair, pale skin, and freckles all over their body. I personally am not bothered by the fact my friends call me a ginger, it's just a name, but it's orgin baffles me. As i do not Posess fiery red hair and freckles. Yes, i am very very... very pale, but Ginger i am not. So when my friends call me a ginger, it really bothers me from the stand point of... I'M NOT A GINGER. I mean, if you look at me, my hair isnt fiery orange or fiery red, and freckles are a very scarce thing on me. Thus explaining why I decided to make my blog name "Don't call me Little Red." Seeing as identity and classification are rather important things in a person's life, I figured this helped describe me.